"The culinary competition is also near. Do you think you will be the one to choose?" Neri asked after the midterm examination for the second semester.
I sipped on my milktea. We are outside the university. Eating streetfoods on the side.
"Hmm. I don't know. But I'll do everything for me to be selected. It's not vague because Professor Liberty talked to me yesterday. He said I was part of the selection. That's all, I have opponents from the higher batch. I'm at a loss. theirs."
"Yeah, no. They're more experienced than you. It looks like you're going to have a hard time."
I sighed and added a fishball. "I'll just try my luck, then. There's nothing wrong with losing. I'll just practice a lot."
